February 11, 2012
Delhi at 3am we are met as arranged at the airport and discover that while we have been airborne Iqbal has got his visa approved at the last gasp, so will be joining us tomorrow as planned, a great relief on both fronts.
It is cold (5 degrees), not what I had in my head at all, driving through quiet streets, the odd glimpse of an expected India, some roadside encampments and street children around a fire in fairisle sweaters, tarpaulins and the occasional picturesque bashed up three wheeler, contrasts with the fresh concrete of new roads for the commonwealth games, smart cars, adverts. I think I have bought the wrong clothes, my one cardigan will get well used I feel! Smell of wood smoke pervades.
Should I eat the oranges in the room?
by Tom Piper
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